Thursday, November 20, 2008

He Likes Water

G-Man likes water. I would say he loves it, actually. Loves to throw rocks in it, loves baths, loves swimming, loves jumping in mud puddles, loves to push the water dispenser on our fridge in the hopes that someone forgot to lock it...

(Water related G-Man pictures to illustrate my point)

How deep does this love for water go? Deeper than I'd like. If you are squeamish or faint of heart, you may want to stop reading...

Because when we were in Target yesterday he was so excited about seeing water that he stuck his hand in the toilet as I was flushing it.

Good times. Not the first time he has stuck his hand in the toilet, but the first time the water wasn't "clean." After yelling and dragging him to the sink and wondering if it was safe to dump bleach on his hand after watching it, I felt like a championship mother.

About Me

Quotable Ramblings...

On finding G-Man curled up in bed with me in our guest bedroom (master bedroom was painted that day) at 2:00 a.m.:Me: "G-Man! Did you come to sleep with me? How did you find me?"G-Man: "I just listened and followed the sound of your snore."

"Mom! Stop the car! My friend Grover Rowbert doesn't have his buckles done!"-- G-Man, speaking of his new imaginary friend

"Hello there, little fella!"-- G-Man talking to a worm that was making his way down the driveway.